I wrote this one morning when I stepped outside to see the beauty of an ice storm.
I step out side and breath deep.
My breath fogs the air.
-The winter around me is so cold.
The frozen mist swirls around,
lightly misting my hair.
-For a wonder like this, there is no mold.
Each step and the frozen white grass
crackles under my feet.
-the world looks like glass and trees creak in the wind.
The wind that blows at me, too bitter to be called sweet,
-the gust that each cloud strives to send.
The whole glass like world reflects
the clouds and dim sun
-I feel like I've stepped into a fairy tale land.
I feel like this sight has been given to me,
like I'm the only one,
-that can recieve this great gift
if I hold out my hand.
I wonder at the icy beauty
and the bitterness of the cold;
-the starkest contrast I've ever seen.
I enjoy the frozen moment that was given to me,
the beauty never growing old.
-But soon enough it will melt away
to make room for spring's first green.